Desire

(15) Florence

The Father and Daughter were still at the Mitchell estate. Everyone was laughing and joking, but Kimberly couldn't help but feel shy. Who wouldn't even be the slightest bit shy if they had two gods for men sitting in the same room as them.

"Are you peckish, Kimberly?" Caiden spoke up, glancing at the girl.

"Oh no, I'm fine." She lied. He didn't want to be rude and eat their food.

At the sound of her voice Robert turned his head to inspect the girl. "You're lying. I'll call for Florence."

"Sir, really it's okay." She attempted to argue as Robert stood from his seat, patted invisible dirt off of his trousers and made his ah over to the intercom besides the door to the living room just opposite Kimberly.

Robert ignored her plea. "You look like you enjoy sweet things."

Kimberly ignored what he said, hoping that if she didn't answer he'd give up and leave it. "She does." Her Father answered for her and she shot him a look of betrayal.

"As do I." Caiden looked Kimberly up and down without her or her Father seeing. Robert rolled his eyes and turned his back to them, speaking through the intercom for Florence.

Kimberly looked to her Father to see he was pretty drunk. The man hadn't had much alcohol for a long time and now he wasn't sure her to handle it. Especially since he was used to mixing whiskey, while Robert and Caiden would drink it neat and of course he wanted to seem just as good at his boss so he also drank the dark liquor with no mixer. But she did enjoy seeing his with a large smile on his face.

"Oh, I got that CD you were telling me about." Kim spoke excitedly.

Caiden's sights turned back onto her. "Oh really?" He gleamed. "Do you like it."

"I'm sure she does, she was listening to it very loud when I visited." Robert sat back down on the couch besides his son, a smirk playing across his lips. "I didn't think that would be the kind of music you'd like, Kimberly."

"Well, I like anything up beat. I do want to listen to new things but Daddy doesn't want me listening to bad music." Both men tensed you at the name. They had heard her say it a thousand times but the way she spoke it sounded oh so sweet.

"It'll corrupt your pretty little head and I don't want that." Dale looked to his Daughter with a playful smile.

Before anyone could respond a knock was heard in the door. Robert spoke loudly for the person to enter, and in came a lady older a large box filled with gummy sweets. The looked in her sixties, yet didn't look unfit for her age in the slightest. Her hair was greying, but it looked as if she dyed it a blonde colour often. She was very pretty, dressed in grey trousers and a black shirt. Kim wondered who she was.

"Ah, Florence. I'd like you to meet Dale Thorne, one of my best workers, and his darling Daughter, Kimberly Thorne." Robert introduced the guests to the woman.

Dale and Kimberly both stood to their feet to shake the woman's hand. "Nice to meet you." Dale flashed a welcoming smile.

Florence greeted him back and turned to Kimberly, the box in one hand, the other taking Kim's. "Aren't you pretty."

Kim looked down at her feet and wiggled slightly in nervousness. "Thank you. You're very beautiful yourself."

Florence laughed and looked back at Dale. "You raised her well."

Dale nodded in agreement. "I like to think I did."

"This is Florence, she's the head maid here." Caiden explained Florence's position. Kim didn't like the idea of a maid, she didn't agree with having someone else do everything for you.